The Baptist church marquee was particularly uplifting today. It said
I already deserve Hell
I don't have to do Anything More
(The caps were even more random, but I can't recall them precisely.)
Cheerful, that. Imagine a worldview--imagine a personal state of mind--in which you are so flawed, so inherently BAD, that you believe yourself to be worthy of an eternity of unimaginable torment, simply for having been born. I find that I can't imagine that, actually; that's profound mental illness, not a spiritual system. (Though in my more cynical moments, I am hard-pressed to tell the difference between the two.)
I find that I'm less offended by these screeds than I am filled with a bone-deep sorrow. How horrible must it be to live your life under that kind of internal tyranny. I am deeply, deeply grateful that my mind does not work that way.